“Status, Frank?” Chase asked, his voice crackling through the comm.
Chase grabbed a nearby grappling hook, but it repacked into a .txt file mid-swing. He fell, rolled, and landed in a dumpster full of half-decompressed hot dogs.
Frank Honey, somewhere in a donut shop that was currently phasing between a bakery and a parking lot, replied: “Uh, sir? The jelly donuts just turned into 2×4 bricks. Still taste like jelly, though. So that’s… a win?”
With Frank’s help (mostly accidental, involving a forklift and a fire hose), Chase lured Rex into the Archives. The big criminal grinned and raised the Compress-o-Matic.
